Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 17:07:10 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lawn Girl 4

The woman sitting on her patio in the plastic chair looking out over her
lawn looked quite normal at first glance. It wasn't until you noticed the
fact that her wrists were tied to the arms of the lawn chair with stockings
that the scene became unusual.

Dianne closed her eyes shortly after her teenaged torturer had entered her
house to "clean up". The home owner could not stop the incessant replay of
her Lawn Girl's titillating show.

There was a light drizzle falling and somewhere in the distance thunder
rumbled.

The woman strapped to the chair didn't hear the thunder but was feeling
something similar to it between her legs. The gnawing feeling had subsided
a little since the spectacle of the teenaged temptress masturbating
ended. Dianne's pussy now ached. If only she could get free of the
improvised restraints securing her wrists to the garden furniture she'd be
able to relieve the pressure. Sadly her best efforts had, thus far, been
useless.

`What if she just leaves me here? What am I going to do?' she wondered as
the panic returned.

Inside the house the naked teenager was feeling quite smug.

`I guess I showed her who's boss' she concluded.

In the downstairs powder room Victoria ran some warm water in the sink and
wiped her ejaculate off her slender young thighs. When she reached her
hairless vulva the warm cloth reawakened the urges she'd been enduring all
day.

Masturbating in front of her boss had been an act of vengeance. The fact
that she had achieved an orgasm was evident from the clear juice she was
cleaning off her legs. The young woman was learning that orgasm and
satisfaction were not necessarily synonymous. Her pussy was telling her it
needed more and she knew just where to get it.

Dianne would not have believed that only ten minutes had passed when her
captor re-emerged from the house. The sight of the naked teenager reignited
the fire under the navy blue miniskirt.

Vicki bounded down the steps and the captive woman marveled at the
resilient bounce of the beautiful young knockers with the fleshy pink
mushroom caps on top.

"Have you learnt your lesson?" the gorgeous visage demanded standing
directly in front of her prisoner.

"Oh Vicki I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!" the distraught older woman wailed and
the tears began to flow.

Whether they were tears of frustration, tears of fear or tears of remorse
really didn't matter; they served the purpose.

Victoria discovered that she wasn't as merciless as she wanted to be. Her
heart was moved. She brushed her boss's tears away and leaned down to
envelop the seated woman's quivering mouth with her own.

Their tongues met in the tooth infested middle and danced like old
friends. Dianne's wrists pulled against the unyielding nylon trying to
embrace the elusive girl who parted their kiss by sucking on her victim's
bottom lip before standing up.

The teenager threw a cushion from the adjacent deck chair on the ground at
Dianne's feet, and then knelt on it.

She reached under Dianne's short skirt, grasped the silk underpants at the
woman's hip and began to tug. Without a thought the restrained woman
shifted her hips forward until only her coccyx was in contact with the
plastic chair. The removal of the panties was as smooth as magician pulling
a rabbit out of his hat.

The teenager tossed the saturated silk aside and hoisted Dianne's thighs
onto her shoulders. The tiny skirt folded out of the way, revealing her
boss's pulsating vulva. Vicki took a deep breath enjoying the intoxicating
fragrance on her way to applying her lips to the overheated peach.

Dianne was thrilled to the core and amazed that instead of the electric
jolt of a climax she was expecting, she found herself surfing a wave of
pure delight. She seemed to be carried along on some pleasure rocket that
went on and on.

The teenager carefully avoided direct contact with the prominent clitoris
and concentrated lower down, lapping at and sucking on her lips and their
the sweet juices. Simultaneously she reached up and deftly untied the
stocking holding her captive's left wrist. In an incredible display of
concentration Dianne managed to free her right hand.

Unshackled, her hands went immediately behind the girl's head and mashed
the tantalizing tongue and mouth against her soaring pussy. The direct
pressure on her love button combined with Vicki twisting her head in an
effort to be able to breath sent the older woman over the edge.

Dianne thought the spasms might never end. They seemed to subside, but just
when it seemed to be over, a fresh wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her. She
knew she was screaming and much, much later she would wonder what her
neighbors would think--right now there were only two people in her world.

When she could feel her toes again, the nicely dressed, if disheveled,
woman in the lawn chair realized the prize she had coveted for weeks was
within her grasp.

In the most aggressive move she'd made in years--maybe in her life--she
launched herself forward knocking her teenaged lover over.

Two serendipitous things happened; the first was that Vicki's knees were
sore, so she had lowered herself onto her hip while she was eating her
boss's kitty. If not for that Dianne's forward thrust would probably have
resulted in a painful strain to the girl's legs as she was driven onto her
back.

The second fortuitous thing was the girl's head clearing the patio stones
and landing on the softness of the rain softened turf. When Dianne landed
on top of her wet dream the girl's head thumped onto the grass with a
squishy smack. If the chair had been a foot further from the lawn the
impact would have been between the back of the Vicki's head and the
unyielding paving stones. Vicki was shocked and winded as she lay on her
back looking up at Dianne's maniacal face.

The older woman was experiencing a torrent of feelings. First, by a pussy
hair, was lust; the surprisingly close second was anger--no, RAGE!  She
wanted to discipline the blonde nymph for weeks of torment.

Vicki's magnificent green eyes were wide and fearful as her boss knelt over
her. The punishment she intended to administer was to bring her Lawn Girl
to an orgasm that she'd be tempted to tell her grandchildren about.

Some penalty!

The older woman held the girl's wrists very firmly and pressed them into
the mud above her head. Looking down at the tits that had enthralled her
since that day weeks ago at her front door, she paused to savor the
victory. The plump half ping pong ball caps of the firm cones were a little
pebbly and the center peg protruded just enough to make its presence
known. Dianne took the right one in her mouth and sucked hard. The girl's
screech pierced her ears as she lashed the now very prominent nipple with
her tongue.

The once amazingly soft flesh of the areola puckered and distended. The
kneeling woman closed her teeth on the kidney bean sized firmness she had
created and applied pressure--probably too much.

Vicki screamed again as she discovered the totally dumbfounding connection
between pleasure and pain. Just for an instant the terrified girl thought

`Jesus what if she bites it off!' she needn't have worried.

Dianne pulled the sensitive nipple out far enough to momentarily change the
shape of the connected breast tissue but then released it allowing the
impressive cone to snap back to its original shape. When she repeated the
process on the teenager's left tit, she felt the girl's hips jerk upward
against her butt.

Admiring the changes in Vicki's bright pink nipples, she had to release the
prone young woman's wrists to grab the whole of the pliant cones with her
hands. Squeezing the firm grapefruit sized mounds together she once again
attacked the saliva coated projecting pegs; this time with her thumbs.

Vicki's recently freed hands were not idle. Her nimble little fingers
worked the buttons on the silk blouse. In the seconds it took to accomplish
the task her vision had begun to blur. She blinked her big green eyes
rapidly trying to clear the haze. The sensations the experienced woman was
generating had resulted in an urgent throb in her pussy. The girl's hips
were jerking and twisting against the thin cushion that separated her ass
from the hard abrasive surface of the patio stones.

As soon as the older woman's top was open the teenaged fingers captured the
mature nipples through the lace of the bra and she pinched as hard as she
could. The bolt of pleasure that hammered into Dianne's bubbling core
almost caused her to collapse. Victoria slipped her fingers between the
lace and the resilient flesh, popping the smallish boobs out of their
confinement. Both women reveled in the manual tittie play.

With the younger woman thrusting up and the older woman pressing down their
pubic mounds were making tantalizing contact. The fleshy feeling was
punctuated by the hard sensation of the underlying pubic bones. The angle
of the contact brought their clitoral hoods agonizingly close to each other
but actual contact was denied.

The abundant girl juices and the single layer of pubic hair provided by the
woman on top lubricated the connection. Dianne began to crawl backward
continuing to squeeze and fondle the pliable young chest adornments. She
trailed her tongue down over the ridge of the girl's sternum onto the soft
skin of the teen's tummy. Very slowly, pausing to kiss and lightly bite the
satiny flesh she made her way to the tiny indent of the girl's navel.

At about the same moment Vicki's arms proved not long enough to retain
contact with her boss's dangling boobs. Her hands naturally migrated to the
back of Dianne's head. The teenager had never considered her belly button
to be an erogenous zone but when the tongue tried to force its way in she
realized that it actually was.

When it came to erogenous zones the tantalizing mouth was approaching
downtown. Vicki was moaning softly as her excitement grew. Her loins began
to anticipate the arrival of the probing tongue. She almost screamed in
frustration when the older woman detoured off the mid-line path and
continued her oral tributes out toward her hip bone, then down the top of
her thigh.

Leaping the gap between the quivering girl's legs she worked her way up the
opposite thigh to the line of her groin. There she followed the natural
trench toward Victoria's aching and arching vulva.

Slowly, around and around the needy girlhood in ever tightening circles she
went. Vicki felt as though a vice was being tightened between her
legs. Just when she thought she would explode the teasing tongue made a
bottom to top swipe over her weeping labia. The heat of the older woman's
tongue on her air cooled and very wet vulva and the longed for intimate
contact combined to send a spike of pleasure through the teenaged pussy.
The girl's hands had been fairly passive on the back of her tormentor's
head, but now she pulled hard trying to keep the blissful tongue on
her. Dianne resisted the pressure and made shallow incursions between the
delicate lips.

The furtive pokes from the talented tongue were followed by the long swipes
from bottom to top. The up stroke hit the hood of her clit sending an extra
jolt each time.

"Ugh... deeper, lick my clit!" the girl demanded writhing under the gentle
titillation.

Dianne complied--to a degree. The upward swipe now lifted the prepuce but
still missed the glans by just a fraction. For the tortured young woman
this went on for hours. In reality it was less than two minutes. The
pressure in her lower belly was becoming unbearable. She could not get
enough leverage to pull the infuriating woman's head down and when she
thrust up with her hips the tongue simply retracted denying the urgently
needed contact.

When her lover's hands abandoned her breasts, the cessation of stimulation
was unacceptable. The kneeling woman had been constantly thumbing the
girl's tender peaks and gently scraping the very tip of the rigid nipple
with her nail. The titillation of the taunt strawberries had been playing
like background music to the unendurable teasing of her pussy.

Vicki replaced her lover's hands with her own. She was much more
aggressive, squeezing and pinching the sensitive buds, then pulling outward
hard enough to distort the shape of the magnificent plump cones that they
sat atop. The rougher treatment of her boobs combined with the feeling of
Dianne's fingers parting her labia started the rhythmic surging in her
uterus.

The older woman recognized the unmistakable signs of the impending climax,
and knew the teenager had passed the point of no return. At that moment she
latched her lips around the over-stimulated clitoris and began sucking and
swirling it in her mouth. Simultaneously she thrust two fingers deep inside
the heaving girl and pulled up against the anterior wall of the spamming
vagina.

Victoria was quite sure her head had exploded. The three points of
stimulation, her nipples, her clit and her undiscovered `G' spot, caused an
eruption the like of which she could never have imagined. The blinding
flash of light on the inside of her closed eye lids quickly morphed into
all the colors of the rainbow.

The rapidly changing spectacle was punctuated by brilliant sparkling points
of pure white light. Her brain was sending a continuous stream of
conflicting commands to her muscles. Every part of her seemed to be
twitching and jerking in a different direction. At the same time her skin
was prickling. Her nervous system overloaded and everything went black.

In the serenity of the after glow they both gazed across the unmowed and
glistening grass. Beams of sunlight broke through the cloud cover producing
a magnificent rainbow on the horizon.

To Victoria it represented forgiveness for her sinful tormenting of her
summer employer.

To Dianne it symbolized a wealth she had never known. Her honey pot of gold
lay beside her and she felt an unwarranted sense of security.